Memory Lost Novels & Stories

The air was thick with anticipation, as if the walls themselves held countless untold stories. I approached the reception desk, where a young woman with piercing blue eyes and an enigmatic smile greeted me. Her name tag read "Lena." "Welcome to Memoria," she said, her voice soft yet confident. "How may I assist you today?" "I... I've heard that you can erase memories," I stammered, my voice barely above a whisper. "Is it true?" Lena nodded, her gaze unwavering. "Yes, it's true. Memoria specializes in memory alteration. We help individuals who seek to escape the pain of their past, to start anew."

“Big parts of it, yeah.” Fuck me. “Will she ever remember?” His voice was quiet, hurt. “I don’t know.” “Do people usually remember?” “Truth?” “Yeah.” “They rarely recover their full memories. Most people have gaps for the rest of their lives. In Sarah’s case, all her childhood memories are intact, but her more recent memory is missing huge chunks of time, and it’s not just you. She has no memory at all of having Lemongrass as a client, for example.”

I stared at Killian who nodded and began to explain. “Selective amnesia is a form of memory loss in which a person loses specific memories while keeping back others, and this is often related to particular events or time periods. This condition can be triggered by trauma, stress, or psychological factors, and typically, the memories lost are those associated with emotionally distressing or significant experiences.

My hand started to sweat for some reason. Lydia slowly removed Lyra's hands away from hers and walked near us. When we both were near. I told him to continue. "She had a short term memory loss and so this is the reason she can't remember you and." He paused. I looked at Lydia and she at me. "It's Amnesia in which people tend to lose memory for a short time. The causing factors could be nutritional deficiency, sleep deprivation, sometimes depression and side effects of medication." He explained. The tears forming at the corner of her eyes were proof of her suffering.

"In case that context is useful to you." "How long ago." "Eight weeks." Something moved through her face and disappeared. She nodded, slowly, filing it somewhere. "The memory loss." I turned the pen once on the desk. "That's trauma. Your mind decided it had taken enough and shut certain things out." I looked at her. "It happens to people who've been through something their bodies couldn't hold." A pause. "Most of them still remember their names though." Her jaw tightened. Good. "Has anyone come looking for me?"

No, no" mom Shaked her head. " Most of my memories are right here, I can't leave here" " Those memories included Dad right? jul's asked The silence in the table stretched. "Some memories can't be forgotten, no matter how we try" she stared at me. " We can move them behind us completely" Jul's replied. " There are some not worth putting behind" she replied. " He's no more " Juls replied and the silence stretched again. He was not dead yet, he had a terminal disease, it hurts to think that those lost years, those lost moments could never come back.

Mysterious. Forgettable.

In most cases, you still have the memories but can’t access them. Her kind of amnesia would be retrograde dissociative amnesia, and this affects finding old memories. It’s like a glitch or error that would keep her from accessing or checking out a specific memory. People with dissociative amnesia do not realize they have gaps in their memory, and that is exactly what I’m hoping for. This can last until memory loss affects part of their sense of identity or if someone brings up or asks something a person knows they should remember but can’t.

Alfred's POV I shouldn't have allowed her to drink more wine. She has been saying gibberish for the past hour now. It was difficult for me to put her into the car without actually bursting into laughter. I understood fast memory was a tricky thing, it comes in that full form and works coherently with your body when you are unaware of what's going on. There was a very huge chance that she might not remember what she had blurted out.